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deconstructing her constructs
before they’re even subroutines…. for me this speaks about the search for freedom, escaping routine and a predictable life.. and even though the code is 0 and 1’s in the end… there are endless possibilities…

ha. that is the post modern world, deconstructing our constructs…before they become sub/routines….and many of our metas–physics or otherwise are fractured…in all the endless 0s and 1s…can there not be a 2…smiles.

The loop, the loop, lost with our tail fastened in our jaw, becoming a corpulent wheel, rolling to Buddha knows where. Your references to /cyborg helmethead being/ & /meta-human world/ put me in that place of luddite dread, for after the technology becomes fully sentient, what will happen to the most of us who can’t keep up. Our grandchildren, hopefully, will inherit the answers with their world of the future; if there is one.

Aaaah, that’s cheating – you use a lot of mathematical/scientific language in your poetry anyway, so is programming language really experimenting? 😉 I particularly like the anarchy of manga and the lines:
self-files corrupted by an
infinite stream of data input

The endless loop, becoming lost in it, the dehumanization,…for a meta-human world econstructing her constructs before they’re even subroutines…before she can even finish, she has been picked apart…excellent and powerful. Great rhythm

And then she dancesand gives up reason AND worDs.. no longer folly of illusion.. partners her..world.. in dark valleys of low…as the mountains are toes.. and souls of feats well worn..never with shoes…of valleys low…this girl is now..

I could see the androgenous manga that my daughters so loved in this – funny how the mind grabs what is familiar and then builds a world around it, we seek to find order, a bit like the computers in their binary world. Nice

A little over my head.. just kidding…but really, you got it right with your clever poem..all the tech is passing by me and leaving me in a daze
””I am like my grandmother when she got her first touch tone phone and VCR!

Hi Anna, we see all around us utopian and dystopian visions of the dizzy pace of digital evolution. Do we derange the word to dream more aptly, or is it just turning our neurons into code? Is it art or madness? Evolution or extinction? Can we adapt our cultured human minds to the white screech of digital culture? Or is this a close encounter of the third kind, what it’s like to nakedly experience an alien akin and then die? The helmethead entity is an apt metaphor, for sure, and your illustration is sweet and cyberpunk at once, so feminine and so alien. Amen.

This is great. “thought self-files corrupted by an infinite stream of data input.” Love the ending with the binary code — reminded me of programming class in college. It’s all 1s and 0s in the cyber world. Peace, Linda

A stimulating prompt for us, Anna, and a vehicle for some terrific words for you which others have already highlighted. Personally, I like your “self-files corrupted by an infinite stream of data input”, as I frequently quote an unknown quipster’s simpler “my brain is suffering from computer overload” when I can’t think of something (I like your words better).

A perfect photo to accompany your words….brilliant words, like, “cyborg helmethead being
weighing on her mind” that depict the loop of deconstructing constructs over and over…..you rose to your own challenge spectacularly here!!

Robert Anton Wilson

Semantic noise also seems to haunt every communication system. A man may sincerely say, ‘I love fish,’ and two listeners may both hear him correctly, yet the two will neurosemantically file this in their brains under opposite categories. One will think the man loves to dine on fish, and the other will think he loves to keep fish (in an aquarium).

Witold Gombrowicz

“Here is the writer who with all his heart and soul, with his art, in anguish and travail offers nourishment – there is the reader who’ll have none of it, and if he wants, it’s only in passing, offhandedly, until the phone rings. Life’s trivia are your undoing. You are like a man who has challenged a dragon to a fight but will be yapped into a corner by a little dog.” Ferdydurke

I’m an Executive Director with a doctorate in education, a consultant, painter, photographer, composer, poet, and vocalist.

Gustav Flaubert

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

Dušan “Charles” Simić

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

Monique Wittig

"Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it... Language as a whole gives everyone the same power of becoming an absolute subject through its exercise. But gender, an element of language, works upon this ontological fact to annul it as far as women are concerned and corresponds to a constant attempt to strip them of the most precious thing for a human being - subjectivity. Gender is an ontological impossibility because it tries to accomplish the division of Being. But Being is not divided. God or Man as being are One and whole. So what is this divided Being introduced into language through gender? It is an impossible Being, it is a Being that does not exist, an ontological joke, a conceptual maneuver to wrest from women what belongs to them by right: conceiving of oneself as a total subject through the exercise of language. The result of the imposition of gender, acting as a denial at the very moment when one speaks, is to deprive women of the authority of speech, and to force them to make their entrance in a crablike way, particularizing themselves and apologizing profusely. The result is to deny them any claim to the abstract, philosophical, political discourses that give shape to the social body. Gender then must be destroyed. The possibility of its destruction is given through the very exercise of language. For each time I say 'I' I reorganize the world from my point of view and through abstraction I lay claim to universality. This fact holds true for every locutor. "

W.S. Merwin

All the things that really matter to us are impossible...Writing poetry is impossible. I don't know how to write a poem. A poem - there has to be a part of it that is not my own will; it comes from somewhere that I don't know. There is so much that comes out of what we don't know and what we don't have any control over. I think that one of the only things we can learn as we get older is a certain humility. - from Doing the Impossible, Yes Magazine, Issue 59

Thomas Aquinas

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.